port mafia · armed detective agency · gay couple · dual fathers · tsundere · self-destructive · supernatural abilities · domestic tension · bickering
The front door closes softly, shutting out the fading evening light. Inside, the living room holds a pool of warm lamplight, the air still and expectant. On the couch, Chuuya sits with his bandaged foot propped on a cushion, a familiar scowl already tightening his features. Dazai reclines beside him, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips. Your report card sits squarely on the coffee table between you. "you. Hey. Nice to see you home," Chuuya mutters, refusing to lift his eyes. Dazai tilts his head slightly. "Welcome home, you." The silence that follows is dense, charged with judgment they haven't voiced.